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PATRIOTISM 
IN VERSE 






J, p. DUNN; AUTHOR 

Independence, Kansas 



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I kindly dedicate this Book 
"Patriotism in Verse" to the 
American Soldiers. 

J. P. DUNN, 

Author and Poet 

Fcbriiarv 16th, 1920 



The author ackTiowIedges his indebtedness to the 
following leadini^ newspapers that adorn our 
homes with their np-to-date newsy columns. 

I herewith submit my poeims as original to the 
intelligence and impartial justice of my fellow cit- 
izens. 

Daily Reporter, Independence, Kans. 

Daily Evening Star, Independence, Kans. 

Daily Free Press, Independence, Kans. 

Southeastern Kansas Tribune, Independence,Kans.. 

Coffeyville Daily Journal, Coffeyville, Kams. 

Daily Morning News, Coffeyville, Kans. 

Coifeyville Intiependent, Coffeyville, Kans. 

Dailv Enterprise, Bartlesville, Okla. 

Tulsa World, Tulsa, Okla. 

Pawhuska Daily Capital. 

Ottawa Herald. 

Soverign Visitor- 

St. Louis Globe-Democrat. 

Topeka Daily Capital and Capper's Weekly. 

New York Daily Times. 

And many other papers that have published my 
poems during and since the world war. 

Respectfully, J. P. DUNN. 




OUR FLAG 

By J. P. Dumi. 

T will tell you a story; 
One that is true 
About the flag of America, 
The Red, White aud Blue. 
She is as pure as the lily 
That blooms the world o'er — 
An olive in peace and a hero in war; 
Has no yellow streaks around her 
forty-eight stars. 

We call her Old Glory 
For the battles she 's won ; 
She is respected today 
By every nation under the sun. 
For Freedom and Liberty 
That has taken ages to win 
Over the military power 
Of tyrannical kings. 

Three cheers for Old Glory 

Again and again; 

She waves proudly today 

0*er the city of Berlin. 

To our Creator in heaven 

Who guided our sons 

This eleventh day of November 

We dedicate to Him. 



MOTHER 

By J. P. Dimu. 

Tnat your ]\Iother kindly 

While she is hereon earth 
Yo 1 can never repay her 

For what she's done since bit 111 
Keep her in your memory 

Let no tempter lurk 
For you hold the key child 

That unlocks her heart. 

Be a loving daughter 

Be a loving' son 
You cannot improve on Mother 

No matter Avliere you begin 
Y^ou are the full image 

Of her flesh and blood 
Mother Avill always share Avith you 

The last crumb of bread. 

Mother's hair once golden 

Now is silvery gray 
Yet she is the same dear Mother 

Of your happy childhood days 
Soon she may be called up yonder 

To the land beyond the sun 
Then there'll be a vacant chair 

That no one else can fill. 



^ OLD GLORY ON THE RHINE. 

By J. P. DuiDj. 

I ain writing from the battlefield 

To dear old maiu and dad; 
T know when they receive this note 

It will make tJiem both feel glad. 
We are now npon the ])attle front 

With Old Glory flying- on 
Against the human menace 

Of military Kaiserdom. 

T dreamed that I was hoine again, 

And strolled down by the spring- 
To see the sparkling waters glide 

Down through the crags and rills. 
The music of the water broke 

As the moon arose o'er the hill. 
I heard the Queen Bird of the wood 

Sing her sweet w^hip poor will. 

Cheer up, old grey haired daddy, 

Dear mother, dry those tears, 
Your boy will fight your battle, 

No Kaiser does he fear. 
Inspired by the American Eagle, 

With his talons strong as steel, 
He will unfurl the Stars and Stripes 

er forest^ field and stream. 

March on, cries General Pershing, 

With spurs and sword in hand, 
T^P with the Flag of Freedom, 

Down w^th the Kaiser's rag. 
Place the Stars and Stripes, dear flagman, 

On the dome where it may be seen, 
Waving for God and humanity, 

O'er the city of Berlin. 



ALL WELCOME HOME 

By J. P. Dunn. 

I can see Old Glory waA^ng* 
T can hear' the happy throng 
SingincT "America 1 am coming" 
Ba/^k to the dearest spot of earth. 
I can see those ocean steamers 
All plumed in silvery sprays; 
I can see those angel mothers 
A waiting fo-r their son today. 
Kvery sound of the whistle 
Has an echo in the heart 
And brings fondest recollections 
Of the land that gave them birth. 

At the fireside now are waiting 
AA^ives and mothers and lovers true, 
A kind old father, too, is waiting 
Patiently, dear son, for you. 
A sister and a brother too 
Are standing where they stood 
The day you left the old home 
For the unknown battle front 
You said, "Goodby, dear Mather 
Some day I will return." 
I know 3'ou were in earnest 
And meant every word you said. 

All our boys in the cantonments 

And the fields of St. Mihiel 

Chateau-Thierry and Argonne^ 

We reverence all as heroes 

On sea, in aid, and lane'. 

Those who fell in battle 

Are the gold stars oji our fla<j:s; 

They are very near. 

And yet so very far 

But all will meet again 

Even though time 

May laake the distance far. 



Three cliears for all the stars 

On our Old Glory flag-. 

That represents the U. S. A. 

North, East, South and West. 

Thei-e are forty-eight that twinkle 

T'nited all in line, 

The Gold Star is Mother's Star 

And is number forty- nine. 

We welcome all our boys 

To their old home again. 

They are tried and true Americans 

Oi the bravest Type of men. 

We welcome the 35th Division, 
And the divisions of all the states 
As greetings from Sunny Kansas, 
Oklahoana, and Missouri — 
The Giant Plainsmen 
Of the Middle Y/est. 



VICTORY LOAN. 

(By J. P. Dunn. 

V stands for Victory, for Mother and Home, 
I for Independence over military power; 

C for Columbus who discovered our shore, 
T for triumphant over our foe. 
O for ocean that our ships sail upon, 
"R for relief for our home coming sons 

Y for the youth and to them we owe more favors 

than we can ever bestow. 

T. for Leacue by Nations signed, 
O for our Lusitania, torpedoed and mmed; 
A for armistice when the Teutons stacked arms, 
N for No, never, shall we allow the Red, White 
and Blue to wave below par. 



^/ TRIBUTE TO HARRY BRAMMER 
OF INDEPENDENCE, KAN. 

iBy J. P. Dunn. 

Toiiig:ht stars are softly gleaming-, 

Upon a quiet, new-made grave, 

There sleepeth Avithaut dreaming: 

A brother Ave could not save. 

Harry, dear, hO'A\^ we miss you, 

God alone the wound can heal; 

Friends know not the deep sorrow 

That lie in your sister's heart concealed. 

^t the first call of his country. 
Though a youth yet in his teens, 
He resjo-ned his position at the Prairie 
To save his flag, he enlisted. 
But God called Harry to his ami}^. 
To march in peace beyond the seas,, 
Where he Avill drill with ang:els, 
"Who are all God's volunteers. 

V/hile on his cot in death he lay, 

The language of his eyes seemed to say,, 

^,'Omrades and sisters true, 

J bid you all a kind adieu. 

My country's flag 1 still can see, 

It^s the flag I love, it baptized me. 

May all the flags on earth unite 

For peace on earth is God's delight. 

With fife and drum 'ere the set of sun, 

Tlis comrades played as they marched away 

To the beautiful cemetery of Mt. Hope, 

Where in peace. Harry rests today. 

They fired three shots o'er his grave, 

In honor of a soldier brave, 

The echo reached from shore to shore.. 

At peace with God for ever more. 



DAPK Ei^i^TER MORN. 

By J. P. Dunn. 

From all ancient hisloi'v Ave are made to under- 
stand 
The Scriptures are found to be believed. 
That envy, hate, and greed has caused all the wars 
From, the creation down to the present time. 

The emperator of Germany for many days has 
tried 

The people of fair Belgium and sunny France to 
enslave. 

He has mistreated helpless Avomen and little chil- 
dren slain 

And trodden like a demon o'er their graves. 

On Easter Sunday morning Avithout a timely 

warning, 
Tn a little Belgium church, acroiss the sea, 
The black-hearted Huns fired their murderous 

guns, 
And killed many people Avhile they were engaged 

in prayer. 

This Easter morning slaughter AA-ent by Avireless 

the world o\^er, 
And forcA^er clouds the kaiser's name with the 

veil of blood. 
America will soon be AAdth you, brave Belgium, do 

not fear, 
Then Ave Avill twist the donkey kaiser's tail and 

make him bray and pray. 



PATH OF DITTY. 

By J. P. Dunn. 

The path we will tread tomorrow 

Is a survey of today. 

Like a line of river 

Flowing from mountain to the sea. 

If it be a path oi' duty, 

You will meet at each point of curve 

Your conscience as dictator, 

Just how and where to rove. 

We should arise at earl}^ morning 
And be steadfast all through the day, 
I^et no evil thoughts estray us 
As we glide along life's highway. 
Be cheerful, pure and patriotic, 
In the path of duty stay, 
Right will always triumph o'er wrongs 
Froiii hii'th down to the grave. 

li^ a bt^antifnl thought to live in, 

The tomorrow that yet to us is unknown, 

Tt beautifies all that is lovely 

T;ike the dew at sunset or at dawn. 

Our path may be stre^^Ti with flowers' 

As it winds through the snow-capped hills' 

The fragrance from the flowers and roses 

Ts Cod's perfume of love for His fellowman. 



"^BUY A LIBERTY BOND. 

By J. P. Dimn. 

Thono'h far from America tonight, I can see 
A Triangle and Star in the window for me, 
A iiind father and mother with hair silver gray 
And a sweetheart to greet when T return home to 
stay. 

CJiorns : 
Let the triangle dangle o'er each sod lionse and 

plain, 
It's an emblam that no traitor dare stain 
O'er the Unter der Linden the flag that enslaved 
The Red, White, and Blue shall defiantly wave. 

II 

Not far in the distance on the battlefield plain, 
A little white tent and a nurse here is seen, 
With the red cross of purity on her forehead and 

arm, 
She is a sister of Mercy like a mother so calm. 

Chorus : 
To our nurses and sisters of the Red Cross we owe 
For their angelic devotion for our soldiers they 

show 
We shall give to our nurses every penny in sight 
To aid our brave boys who are now in the fight. 

Ill 

From Kansas, great Kansas, the pride of the plains 
Her sons hy thousands are crossing the seas. 
To fight for a democracy that will the world free 
Of a German silver autocracy so inhuman and 
mean. 

Chorus: 
The sunflowers of Kansas in the breezes nod 
And bow in prayer as they grow to Almighty God 
That He send the kaiser, of Germany and his brutal 

gang 



To Fiddlers' Green, four miles beloAv Hell. 

IV 

It is springtime in Kansas, old winter has gone. 
Our song birds sing sweetly, buy a Liberty bond. 
Uncle Sam still is calling, all Americans stand 

firm. 
Remember Waslnngtoii, Sherman, Lee, Lincoln, 

and Grant. 

Chorus : 
Purchase a bond that your neighbors may see 
That your heart beats aright for our boys o'er the 

sea. 
Who are fighting like heroes your children to free 
From the powers of those who b^avi* vitrified 

brains. 



WELCOME HOME DAY, MAY 22, 1919. 

By J. P. Dunn. 

What means this large gathering of people 
On this beautiful ideal day? 
What means this large number of autos 
AYith Old Glory flying o'er them iso gay? 
What means those great airplanes like eagles 
Flying so proudly between earth and sky? 
It means that our boys are the victors 
That brought peace to this old world again. 

Independence, the home of our loved ones^ 
The queen city of the great American plains 
We dedicate with high honor and memory 
The twenty-second day of May each year. 
We reverence all our American heroes, 
And to our Creator ^re fervently pray 
For our gold stars, who fell in battle, 
.Ajid are now sleeping beyojid the returnless; 
waves. 



THE LIVING MIND. 

fBy J. P. Dunn. 

The miiid is a living iiiirror 

For man while here below; 

It shines both day and night 

Like che golden glow. 

fi* we would look square in our niind 

And view things as they are 

We could avoid many trials 

And console our aching hearts. 

We should live for today only 

Our yesterdays are past and gone; 

Tomorrow is not ours 

In fact it may never come. 

There is one sure thing, my brother, 

Before we cross the ridge. 

We must lie down for one night 

Beneath the covered bridge. 

Then why should we crave or worry 
For things we have not got; 
Discontent is sinful 
And will not improve our lot. 
We should not yearn for money 
For sometimes it's a curse 
Ilappiness excels money 
If in God we trust. 

In tracing back the profiles of time 
Checking up the points and curves 
We sometimes are amazed 
At the accomplishments of man, 
AVe are standing on the threshold 
W^herc our fathers bravely stood 
Who won for us a victory 
And freedom for our flag. 



My poem is almost ended 

To our creel tor we return thanks 

For the plainfull plains of wheat 

That he has gro\^^l for us. 

Three eheors for all our lads, 

And our brave American sons 

Who won a world victory 

For every nation beneath the sun. 



ORIGINALITY 

By J. P. Dunn. 

Be Original in everything; 
Especially when you write; 
The world is full of imitators 
Who leave no reputation behind. 
Distinguished writers of the past 
^ind the present writers of today 
Have gone aside from beaten paths 
And are original in their way. 

With a purity of expression 
And a naturalness and ease, 
Our Avords should be expressive 
Missives that reveal and please. 
Our letter should be a record 
Of the fancies of the hour 
That reflect our aspirations 
On self original power. 

Write in the spirit of cheerfulness 
It's unkind to write elsewise; 
When writing of love and friendship 
The Heart should not be" disguised. 
We should be affectionate with relationSv 
And familiar with our friends. 
Never write unkindly — 
Avoid the use of slanir, 



CHRISTMAS TIDE. 

B\- ;i. p. Dunn. 

Ring oii, King- on, 

SAveet ('lvrist)iias Bells. 
Glad Tidinjis comes 

This time each year. 
For all Mankind, 

To gi\B and share, 
in the blessings 

Of the retiring year. 

Ring on. Ring on, 

Sweet ('hristmas Bells, 
Rejoice ! Rejoice ! 

And presents bring, 
To the children 

Of the rich and poor 
Christ said He loved them 

All in all. 

Ring on. Ring on. 

Sweet Christmas Bells, 
A story, trne, 

Ye kindly tell. 
Peal after peal 

Your music knells 
Of the Birth of Christ 

At Bethlehem. 

Ring on. Ring on, 
Sweet Christmas Bells, 
In every home 

Let joy prevail 
Through our days in life 

Whether short or long. 
We .should worship Christ 

As the Son of God. 

Ring on. Ring on, 

Sweet Christmas Bells, 



Your tuneful peals 

Vibrates today 
Throug^h air and sea 

And in every land 
For Peace on Earth 

And Good "Will to Men. 

Kino; on, Ring* on, 

Sweet Christmas Bells, 

In every clime 

Where Christmais dwells 

Your sweetest strains 
And imparting knells 

Are heard in Heaven. 

Sweet Christmas Bells. 



BY AND BY. 

By J. P. Duim. 

Man's lovo for woman 
Is alike t)ie world over; 
Woman loves man 
For protection and a home. 
All things being equal 
There is no reason why 
That tliey should not marry 
Ir llie swcoi by and by. 

Marriage is a contract ; 
Tv;o hearts beat as one — 
T'oi* tlie ])etter, we hope — 
Time onh^ can tell. 
If ]»overty should enter, 
Then everybody shouts 
It's easy to get married 
But it's h — 11 ta keej) house. 



' THREE LITTLE WORDS. 

By J. P. Dunn. 

Tiny bJades of grafin transform 

Bare spots of earth to beauty. 
Tiny grains of sand will change 

The line of stream or river. 
From a tiny acorn grew 

An oak, monarch of the forest, 
Beneath its shady branches bloom 

Daisies and the laurels. 

Tr}^ is just a little word, 
Is always brave and honest, 

Try will soften hearts of stone, 
And gladden all our efforts. 
Try will whip the kaiser. 
The notorious Hohenzollern. 

Cancel all your ifs and ands 
This word T-E-Y to follow. 

Evil is always uglj, 

Wears all sorts of gowns, 
Wore a mark at the creation 

In the garden of the Gods. 
Never shelter evil 

In mind, heart or soul. 
S^peech is silver. 

Silence gold. 



' OUR .WORLD VIRGIN FLAG. 

By J. P. Dunn. 

Our World Virgin Flag shall wave. 

To suppress, subdue and conquer 

Any nation that insults our flag 

That was designed by Betsy Ross and Martha 

Washington. 
The blood -red and snow-white stripes, 
And the silvery stars enchant us, 
As they t'winkle from their azure blue. 
To guide and protect us. 

Chorus : 
It i/jatters not just who you are, 
Or the isle from whence you came^ 
If you stand not for America, 
You're a traitor and not game. 
No kaiser tyrant, king or cro\^'^l 
Shall ever break intwaine 
Those golden links of Freedom 
That our forefathers gave. 

We remember Avell those Log Cabin days^ 

In tlie distant years gone by, 

W/ien our mothers spun and w^ove the cloth 

That you and I did wear. 

Those busy hands are silent now, 

liul their needles w^ere never lost; 

They are used today in the same old way 

By all the ladies of America. 

Our Savior taught all nations truth. 
Peace on earth, Good Will to Men, 
All ha^^e obeyed his tribunal law. 
Except Wilhelm, the German Turk, 
lie stands today in his brutal w^ay, 
Like Satan, the coward and rebel. 
The Scriptures say that he got gay 
And w^as kicked clear out of Heaven. 



The flag that waves in America today 

May be seen in France tomorrow 

To inspire those noble sons of men 

In their dark hour of sorrow. 

We will fight death at our nation's call, 

The ocean can not divide us ; 

We will shoot to sink all subs or minks 

That appear before us or behind us. 

Our soldier boys are marching on 

They know no fear of battle. 

In France they will pull off a wild west show 

And round up the kaiser's cattle. 

The Texas stars and Iowa's, 

Old Missouri, of course will "show them." 

Kansas, the great land of oil and wheat, 

Will introduce her twin-sister state — 

Beautiful Oklahoma. 

The Salvation Army 

And Knights of Columbus 

The Y. M. C. A. and Daughters of Isabella, 

Sisters of Red Cross, Ladies of Y. W. C. A., 

And all fraternals and auxiliaries 

At home and overseas 

Are admired and adored 

By every nation today. 



TRIBUTE TO COL. THEODORE 
ROOSEVELT. 

By J. P. Dunn. 

Col. Roosevelt was a faithful friend 
In our nation's adverse hour 
He gave his sons, four brave boys. 
To fight for the flag he loved. 
He was an A. Lincoln type of man. 
Believed all nations should be free, 
For position, power or money, 
He never bent a knee. 

The voice of honest praise shall ring 
In ages yet to raise, 
His name will sparkle like a star 
Beneath every nation's skies, 
The lamp of clay may shatter 
That holds the light of truth divine^ 
In laemory Col. Roosevelt lives,, 
Wiser than his time. 



MY MOTHER 

iiy J. P. Dunn. 

In the cemetery at Boonville, Missouri, 
Where the flowers gently wave 
Tiies the one I love so dearly 
In her silent lonely grave. 
Peaceful be your sleep, dear mother, 
It is sweet to breathe your name. 
In life I loved so dearly. 
In death I do the same. 
Forty-six years ago you left me. 
How I miss you, mother, dear. 
And remember all your kindness 
As I drop a silent tear. 



OUR PRESIDENT. 

By J. P. Dunn. 

patriotism is Ajuericanism 

By birth or otherwise; 

The name of Woodrow Wilson 

Brings everylasting joy; 

He is a living martyr, 

Equal in everj^ way 

To Washington or Jefferson, 

And is the Abraham Lincoln of today 

All Americans remember, 

A few short years ago. 

When we elected Mr. Wilson 

As our guiding star, 

Mr. Wilson heard us cheering 

While trysting at the well 

And with his boys sailed overseas 

And gave the kaiser hell. 

Mr. Wilson is our president. 

And is a tried and true good man. 

He has carried out all his plans 

That congress imposed on him. 

I deem it as a duty. 

And will write in verse 

When our history again written 

The name of Woodrow Wilson first. 



LABOR DAY. 

By J. P. Dunn. ■- 

In eighteen hundred and eighty-two 
The Kni?»'his of Labor of America 
Marched in New York City on Labor Day 
With a L'nion banner inscribed thus : 
''Capital and Labor should divide the dust, 
The preference should be for labor's worth 
To produce capital we must labor first. 
Hurrah, Hurrah, for our National Labor 
holiday. 

When they arrived at .Madisojj,, Square 
A thousand bats were - flung in the 4i:r./ 
They gave liim cheers three times three, 
The Hero of Labor Day, ''T. V. Powderly.'' 
In eighteen hundred and eighty-seven : 
To Colorado credit is duly given _ 
By vote'of the members of House and Benate 
The right of labor the state defended 
For a National Labor day. 

Let love and friendship each Labor Day 

Be the choicest treksures on display 

And let each one perform his part 

To fill with joy each other's heart. ' , 

Christ was the Son of God and man ';..{'; 

He worked, obeyed and prayed -';.'. 

For all mankind on earth 

Who were by sin enslaved. 

He labored with his heart and hands 

To enrich his mind and soul 

But money kings or rusted trusts 

Fie never once adored. 



ODE TO MAJOR ROBERT LEWIS. 

By J. P. Dunn. 

The j)romotioii of Rol^ert Lewis 

}<Vom Captain to Major Bob 

Was earned for his bravery 

And the kindness shown his men. 

But, alas, when came the parting, 

The misty tear drops came 

That trickled down the cheeks 

Of the boys of Amminiition .Train. _^ 

Vriiien .Major Lewis was transferred . 

Then came the sad j^oodbys ; ' , 

All prpmised to meet again ^ 

Somtv-^iiore. liye.or die. .. 

The, meeting was; in bleeding Fraiice, 

Beneath a foreign sky ; 

The tender joys that were expressed 

Money call not buy. 

At the first call of his country, 

While yet in his 'teens, 

Major Lewis carried a musket 

In the far-off Philippines. 

Tie came marching home as sergeant 

Full of vim: and. laughter. 

Bob has never faced a baek flag ;' 

Nor had his heels in \yater.- 

The burning hearts of friendship beat 
For ail tried and true good men. 
Major Lewds wears the plume 
Of an American pure and firm. 
Wlien he returned with the boys, 
The gntes were all outsw^ung, 
A.nd everv promise made, 
He faithfully fulfilled. 



PAW-HUS-KA. 

By J. P. Dunn. 

Tall plumes of Spring 

In rows and rows, 

liike angels dressed 

In their assention clothes 

To protect the ideal park that lies 

Incompassed by the hills and sky. 

This land was deeded by Uncle Sam 

To I*aw-hus-ka and his noble band, 

To hold as long as grass will grow — 

O'er the Osage hills and valleys, too, 

And fire will bum on Earth below. 

And the rain from. Heaven make water flow 

Paw-has-ka was a chieftain brave, 
His hair was silvery gray; 
He has heard wolves bark boldly 
Before the midnight rain; 
He has seen the elms waving 
Along the uneven streams. 
And the stately oak and maple 
Cast their shadow o'er the scene. 
From a wigwam in the valley 
And a hillside dugout shack, 
To co>nmemorate his name and memory. 
Stands Pa^.vhuska, the finest city in the 
Osage land. 



THE OZARK TRAIL. 

Bv J. P. Dunn. 

O'er the pbjins of sunny Kansas, 

Betweon the fields of ripening- g-rain, 
Travel ses the famous highway, 

The Ozark mountain trail. 
And extends through Arkansas, 
Where cotton often grows as tall 

As wheat and corn in Kansas, 

In the valley of Neosho, 
The Verdigris and Kaw. 

When you reach the Ozark mountains, 

Then you will learn something ahout 
The hospitality of the people. 

Their streams and speckled trout. 
To drink from nature's fountains 

Will at once quench your thirst. 
Then you will love Missouri 

For her rivers and her rock. 

AVay dov/n in beautiful Oklahoma 

And Texas lonely pines, 
Winds tlie Ozark trail of promise 

Where they are drilling now for oil 
A tri]) dotwn through the O'zarks 

In meniory will never stale. 
The land where nature marvels 

In the scenic Ozark trail. 



WINTER TIlVtE. 

By J. P. Dumi. 

Come all ye true Americans, 
United tall in line ; 
The axmen to the forests, 
The miners to the mine. 
Governor Allen today is calling 
Meet him with a smile; 
Remem])er, this is winter, 
Not old summer time. 

The minei's have a grievance. 
Perhaps it's just and right; 
They should be well paid 
For every ton of coal in sight. 
But out west the snow is falling 
O'er the plains and railroad tracks; 
The coyotes, too, are howling 
Around the blizzard-beaten shacks. 

Henry Allen is our governor, 

A statesman wise and firm; 

He Avili mine coal in Kansas 

Let the veins be thick or thin ; 

The miners all will join him 

Tn a merry Christmas time, I 

The church bells now are ringing j 

Chime after chime. j 

It's nice to sit before the grate I 

At this time each year. 

When our coal bins are all filled, 

Then we have coal to spare ; 

But, alas, it is a sad affair 

When our coal is under ground. 

The helpless child is lowered to earth 

Clad in a frozen shroud. 



AN ODE TO GOVERNOR CAPPER. 

EV J. P. Diimi. 

The sun rises in the ancient east, 

Bnt sets in Kansas' modern west, 

Where all men and women are equal 

And everything is the very best. 

Where the mountain's far reaching shadows 

O'er the dugouts quietly falls, 

And the mirror plains reflect to man 

(lod's coming twilight hours. 

We are blest out here in Kansas 

With sunshine, air and rain, 

A trinity of God"s pure elements 

That make men of muscle, brawn and brain. 

Our women are most beautiful. 

All can bal'.e, wash and iron, 

\iu\ our virgins true to their sweethearts, 

And sure treat the husbands fine. 

The mocking bird has returned again 

From tlie Vicautiful southern glades. 

And Avill enchant us with his sweetest songs, 

ill through the harvest days. 

Our boys and girls from all the to-wns 

Will re-inforce the men 

To help sHve the grain that God has grown 

For our brave Sammies dressed in brown. 

T will quote words from Governor Capper 

From a speech he made last fall 

That Kansas can raise grain enough 

To feed all our allies that are now engaged in war 

We believe it because he said it. 

And with western pride affirm 

That whatever Governor Capper isayi- 

You can rely upon. 



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FONDEST HOPES. 

By J. P. Dunn. 

The flowers and roses 

Will ever bloom 
With open petals 

For bride and groom. 
The winds will blow 

Their fragrance o'er 
The graves of those 

Who fell in war. 

Upon your breasts 

A cross I see, 
Kind words inscribed 

For you and I. 
Ye speak to us 

As if alive 
Comrades, while passing by. 

Keep Old Glory flying high, 

Kind friends, your battle 

We fought and w^on, 
In the famous woods 

Of Argonne 
For peace on earth 

We paved the way 
And for tomorrow 

We gave today. 

Today, dear sons, 

As 3^e glide 
O'er the waves beyond 

The returnless tide 
A mother kneels 

Beside your grave 
As her Fondest Hopes 

Lie buried there 
And prays to God 

Who reigns on high 
To keep you in 

His heavenly care. 



THIRD LIBERTY LOAN. 

By J. P. Ihinn. 

From the foothills of the Rockies, 

Down to the mouth of the river Kaw, 

Is the finest agricultural country 

That a Kansan ever saw. 

There are great expansive fields of wheat, 

Alfalfa, corn and rye. 

The herbage God has painted green 

As green was more pleasing to the eye. 

The farmers all have plenty 

And are patriotic in every way. 

They are working late and early 

To raise all the food they can 

To feed our brave Sammies who are fighting 

For God, home and native land. 

We should encourage our husbandry 

For upon tliem now depends 

Tlie victory over Satan 

And the barbaric Huns. 

Our business men and bankers 

Ale standing side by side. 

They are advancing money to everyone they find, 

Call upon them early before the day is done. 

If you are a true American, 

Buy a Liberty bond. 

Then you have done your duty, 

And I m.ust say did it well. 

For every bond we buy 

Sends the Kaiser nearer hell. 

A cry comes from distant Europe, 
Tt's a very urgent call; 
For food and amm.unition, 
And for ship's, large and small. 
And for a million Sammies, 



Oi* America's bravest sons, 
To fight for God and freedom 
Against the German Hnns. 

Now in all honest candor, 

I can not quite discern 

Why a man should be a profiteer or pro-German. 

If you don't like our flag of freedom, 

Just cross the briny waves ; 

As your presence is more becoming' 

Where the Unter der Linden waves. 

As a citizen of Independence, Kansas, 

The queen city of our state. 

If there is a profiteer within her confines, 

I have hitn vet to meet. 



'WILL NOT END." 

lBv J. p. Dunn. 

When grass oil earth no longer groAVS 

And the ocean's tide fails to ebb and flow 

And the sumnier winds cease to blow 

The fragrance froan the roses that we once knew. 

And the Alps in grandeur will tower so high 

That o'er their peaks birds can not fly 

And the dead will all come to life again 

And men and women will conquer sin 

And the lion will protect the innocent lamb 

And the ocean's depths will be dry land 

Aiid when this transpires, but not till then 

Can 1 believe that the world will end. 



CO-OPERATION. 

By J. P. Dunn. 

Co-0'peration is to engage 
Practical in every way, 
By which Labor can j^erform its part. 
And receive the greatest wage; 
Co-operation existed in ancient times, 
Over two thousand years ago. 
But alike all our choicest fruits, 
It's grotwth has been sure but slow. 

Co-operation is a social type; 
A society of women and men 
Who volunteer to aid industry 
And all economic plans; 
For example, in Colonial days 
All rallied, j^es, every one 
To macadamize the highways 
On the co-0})erative plan. 

Since the earliest time in history, 

Men have been accustomed to demand 

Assistance from his neighbor 

His ideals to advance. 

Cooper's co- operative societies of Minneapolis 

Ts a glowing tribute of success; 

The}^ have never had a strike. 

Because the co-operative plan is the best. 

We should keep our coal mines open, 
And each furnace in full blast. 
As the mill will never grind 
With the water that has past. 
When the wheels are silent. 
The machinery soon begins to rust. 
The poor women and children, then 
Are +hose who suffer most. 



COME OUT WEST 

Ye "vvho are lo'tering 

Get busy today 
AVliile not any inomeJit 

Id idleness away 
11 business' is slack 

Where you juay abide 
Come out to Kansas 

And ^.Wfh us glide. 

f 

In Kansas the wheat 

And alfalfa are Green 
Where the happiest people 

On earth may be seen 
The young' and the old 

The high and the low 
Stand shoulder to shoulder; 

Our watchword ''see us grow/' 

Come in the autumn 

Come in the spring 
Come in the summer 

And hear the birds sing. 
Just keep on coming 

In sunshine or rain 
And help drill for oil 

And garner the grain. 

Come in the evening ! 

Or come in the morn 
Tf you want to labor 

In mine, factory or farm 
The oftener you come 

The greater the charm 
1)1 production we're short 

Bat on consumption we're long 

They say sugar is high 

And the water is Ioav 
Rut its the wettest and best 

Tl'.at ever did flow. 



It's the Verdigris river 
So pure and so calm 
That vvatoivs our Cities 

Oar farms and towns. 

THE CLASPETH HAND. 

B^7 J. P. Dunn. 

The claspeth hand of friendship, 

Holds men in touch today 

With all mankind who dw^dl 

Upon land or sea. 

It strengthens all our efforts, 

And lessens all our cares, 

It drives away the bitter blues 

And checks the fallen tears. 

Did you extend the claspeth hand 
To the poor widow in distress, 
Did you kiss your wife good bye, 
When her parting hand you pressed. 
Did you ever speak a good word 
For your old hoane town. 
If perchance you did not 
Please do it now. 

Did you meet the night fall 
That was slowly coming on, 
Have you helped a single brothei. 
And made a bosom friend. 
Did you scatter seeds of kindness 
Or seeds of discontent. 
Have 3^ou spoken kindly 
To everyone you met. 

Can you recall an instance, 
Of a ray of hope you have shed. 
Is there a single heart rejoicing 
Over what you did or said- 
If you have spoken kindly 
Of your brother across the way, 
You will be rewarded tomorrow 
For what you did today. 



PEACEFUL LABOR. 

By J. P. Dunn. 

The Laboring Man is he 

Who labors with his muscle, brawn and brain. 

The Laboring Man is he 

Who uses his money, brains and time. 

The AVomen, too, God bless them, 

Labor from sun till sun. 

It's their hand that rocks the cradle 

And makes the boy a man. 

I have lived three score years. 
Could I live them over 
Then I would use my pen 
To build up every nation's home. 
When I look up in the firmaments 
The twilight almost dims my eyes. 
It's then that nature speaks to me 
Of the Heavens beyond the skies. 

All nations of the universe 
Should for peace unite today, 
Take up the cross of Christ, 
Follow not the flags of shame. 
All rulers should be dethroned 
That rule with an iron hand. 
.AH fire arms should be melted 
Into utensils to improve the land. 

Oil, Time, if I could measure thee 

In some selected spot alone, 

It might be that I could then 

Ferret out a way for children yet unborn 

But alone it is a task too great 

For one to undertake my age. 

The torch is ablaze world-wide 

To scop anarchistic-autocracy that enslaves. 



THE FOUR FACTORS OF WEALTH. 

By J. r. Dujin. 
LAND. 
The land is the entire earth 
The oceans, lakes and rivers, 
The rainfall, heat and cold, 
Tide, winds, storms and weather. 
And all material beneath 
The suriiaee of earth and water. 
And all the fishes of the seas 
Are nnited in one factor. 

LABOR. 
Labor is a worlcingman transformed 
To master natural forces 
With intelligence to create wealth 
By skilled and unskilled labor. 
With the ability to perform 
And create faster than consiuned 
Natural resources thus transformed 
Is called capital produced by labor. 

CxlPlTAL. 
Capital besjun with economy 
Progress and civilization 
Chiefly to assist man 
In the subjugation of nature. 
Livention and the use of tools 
Man armed himself with weapons 
To protect against warfare 
To which he was subjected. 

Coming down to modern times 
W^ith each stage of evolution 
Man became better able to create 
And save additional capital. 
With ^and, labor and wealth 
Organ .;^ed into a working union 
Men are better fed and clothed 
With better shelter and education. 

ENTERPRISER. 
The duty of enterpriser 
Is to direct capital and labor 
To unite the three in one 
W^ith nature's creations, ; 



Assume the risks connected with 
The business org:anization 
And take the profit that arise 
From economic operation. 



OLD KENTUCKY HOME. 

By J. P. Dunn. 
In the fiehls of old Kentucky 
And a vale between the hills 
Stands a quaint old fashioned 
r^ottage that T love. 
Where the honey snckle vine 
'.Round tliet rustic porch did twine 
So invitiuii" to the bee 
And humming' birds. 

T can see the winding path round 
My old Kentucky home. 
Tiike a line of river 
Wending to and fro. 
T can see the blue grass waving 
Between thp fences made of rails 
And pheasants loudly drumnniing 
And the piping of the quails. 

I can hear the hounds baying 
While the hunter blows his horn. 
I can !see the dew-drop sparkle 
On the rose just newly born. 
T can hear a hush of silence, 
When comes the gentle rain 
As it patters on the clap-boards 
Down the eaves and window panes. 

From the plains of sunny Kansas 

My thoughts revert today 

To the school house in the clearing 

Tliough many miles away, 

Where we gathered sweetest roses, 

The Bride and Bon-Saline, 

To bedeck the flowing tresses 

Of our beautiful May day queen. 



DAYLIGHT THOUGHTS. 

By J. p. Dnuu. 

Ever is a little word. 

To try is smaller still. 

Link them together 

And they will move a hill. 

It may sound a little odtl. 

Yet it is very true, 

Bees Jnake the sweetest Jioiiey 

From the wild oat bloom. 

Never cross a stream 
Until you reach its shore. 
Never pluck a rose 
That has never bloomed. 
Never offer a wedding ring- 
To a lad}^ when she beprs to be excused. 
Nevei shake hands with a man 
That recently had the flu. 

Never pick up a stick to strike 

A poor dog sick or lame. 

Never buy a gold brick 

Unless you deal on tick. 

Never sing in public 

Until you learn the l:ey. 

If the sun don't shine toda}^ or tomorroAv 

It may not shine for two or three. 

Never build a house upon 
A foundation that is sand. 
Never send a boy to mill 
When you can send a man. 
Bear in mind, my brother, 
Old John Barley-corn is dead. 
Better it's Uncle Johnnie, 
Than you or 1 in his stead. 

No plant ever grew 

Without an imperfect leaf or ilc.ver. 

No character ever was so good 

Tha^ it did not have a flaw. , 

No grief is really grief 



Without a course of tears. 
No man is a manly man 
Until matared in years. 

No plough can turn the soil 
Without a m_old and sheer. 
No home is quite complete 
Without children playing- near. 
All men have a right by birth 
While living here below 
Of a tract of land the span 
Between heel and toe 



THE SALVATION ARMY AND 
KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS. 

By J. P. Dunn. 

The Salv?)tion Ai-my 

And the Knights of Columbus I 

Have plowed very deep^ 

Furrow by furrow, 

Where they have led 

Other nations will follow 

On the eve of today, 

And the wake of tomorrow. 

On the battle field plain | 

And the Argonne foi^ests, " | 

Like the rock of Gibraltar j 

Stood our sisters and brothers. j 

They cared for the sick, 
The wounded and dying, 
Beneath the planes in the sky 
That dropped bombs dowTi upon them. 

The Salvation Army 

All Americans now cherish 

Likewise all members 

Of the Knights of Columbus. 

They gave all they had 

For our gold stars in heaven 

Who gave their today 

For our tomorrow. 



A TRIPLE ode; 

By J. P. Dunn. 

An ode to IT. S. Senator Arthur Capper, 
the great state of Kansas and Ireland. 

O beautiful, beautiful land, 

Wliere the silvery streamlets stream 

Froln the sunkissed tops of the Rockies 

That are clad in white and green. 

It is spring-time out here in Kansas; 

Many eagles now are seen 

Flying over the panorama hills and rivers 

Of the Smoky and Saline, 

The smoky hills and valleys 
So inviting to our gaze, 
Are full of picturesqueness 
To the western pioneers. 
The old-time dugout palace, 
And the sod house on the plains 
Are the emblem of successes 
Of those ha})py, bygone days. 

The antelope and buffalo. 
The broad horned elk and deer 
Are extinct from the Smoky hills 
But on the western slope are seen 
The prairie dogis and gophers 
Still playfully bark and play. 
In the counties of McPherson, 
Lincoln, Saline and ('lay. 

The coyotes still are with us, 
I guess they are here to stay. 
They visit all our homesteads 
While we are sleeping in the hay. 
The coyote is a prophet. 
Before every storm he howls ; 
The ranchmen all take notice. 
And corral their lambs and fowls. 



The World War is over. 
For the present now at least ; 
Our boys are home coming, 
And to us they sure look great. 
They fought like American heroes, 
With mirth, with laugh and song, 
They camped upon "'Fritzie's" heels 
And made him hop along. 

But there is one great heartfelt sorrow. 

That I wish to reveal, 

It is the freedom of old Ireland, 

Where the shamrock grows so green. . 

The delegates at League of Nations, i 

Signed with a golden pen ; 

They never mentioned Ireland, 

But I believe some day they will. J 

Ireland, England may veil your eyes, 

But she cannot hide from view. 

The flag of Democracy, 

And the red, the white, the blue. j 

A statesman from sunny Kansas, i 

Arthur Capper is his name, | 

Will be elected President of the U. S. A. | 

! 
After the oath of office, ' 

Is administered to this noble man, 
He will write seft-determination for Ireland 
With an American quill. 
Then the Prim.rose of Erin, 
And our American Beauty Rose will blend ; 
The Irish harp will play America 
Frui'i the summit of Capitol Hill. 



THE AMERICAN SOLDIER, 

B^ J. P. Dunn. 

Tn nature nothing" ever dies, and the hope of free- 
dom, 
Has been the child of ag-es, but in the hands of 

monarchy 
It has lacked universal development. 
The theory of government of the many by the few 
Has been a reef of grief for all governments that 

have 
Tried to govern by minority rule, the first 
Armed conflict between England and her own 
Colonists took place at Lexington, which marked 
The birth of our world virgin flag, the beginning 
Of a new era, the cherished offspring from the 
Womb of the suffering ages. Elder brother, 

youngest, 
Sister, faithful wiyes, true, sweethearts and 
Loving mothers, the American soldier has stood 
For prelection to his beautiful charge from 
Bunker Hill to the last battle of the world war. 
In the Argonne Eorests, so long as the strong 
Arm of the American soldier is extended 
In protection for the weak against the strong. 
It will endure as a blessing to all races of men. 
Regardless of sex or color. 

"But when that protecting arm falls the government 
Must fall with it. 

But in the union of states, as they happily exist. 
No traitor dare stain or mar a star or stripe 
On Old Glory,the flag that all Americans reverence. 
Let it be instilled in every American mind 
That all our fine school buildings and magnificent 

church edifices 
Would tremble on their very foundations 
Were it not for the flag of our fathers that waves 

so proudly aboA^e them. 
And for the upbuilding of all the homes of rich and 

poor with no distinction for either. 
The requirements are live and let live 
And worship God according to the dictates of one's 

conscience 



Regardless of sex, creed or color and patriotism for 

Old Glory, 
Oar flag by nativity or adoption with the rank and 

file of our American soldiers/ ' all heroes/' 
All classes of men were represented, the farmer, the 

laborer, the banker, the railroad men, 
The inventor, the ministers and clergy of all our 

churches, 
Lawyers, doctors, the student, the artisan, printer. 
The man of letters, the poet, the man of wealth. 
As well as the man Avithout means, the miners, the 

producers of oil, and clerks. 
And, in fact, all men of all trades and avocations 

of life, 
Stood shoulder to shoulder, cheek to cheek, in every 

battle 
T*'rom George Washington, the Father of our coun- 
try, 
Down to President AVoodrow Wilson, the present 

leader and defender of our national honor. 
Women devoted to their sweethearts, and husbands, 

fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers have 
stood \vith ever-AA'atching eye. 
Guarding the Goddess of Liberty that was modeled 

by the virgin ladies of this. 
The greatest of any free government of God's 

known jilanetary system 
From tlie morning of our independence from Great 

Britain down the valley of time. 
MI our American Avomeu have been pure and true 

patriots, 
Even designed the flatr that Avaves so proudly over 

the living and so sacredly o^er our dead. 
It is the touch of Avoman's fond fingers that refine 

and bring men to their feet 
And creates in man's mind the sense of duty he 

owes for being the protector 
Of the flag that Avaves today for the betterment of 

all nations of earth. 



BEAUTIFUL SWEET EASTER MORN. 

By J. P. Dunn. 

Oh, beautiful sweet Easter morning-, 

How silent and meek was your dawn. 

The angrels danced in the sun with their arms 

akimbo, 
On this memorable great Easter morn. 

At peace in the Garden of Olives, 
Tn a valley below high weeping hills. 
In a tomb lay oar crucified Savior 
Guarded by soldiers that no one enter in. 

At midnight a voice came from Heaven, 

For a son to arise from the tomb. 

Angels appeared in great numbers 

And removed from the grave the large stone. 

The keeper stood in a death-isilence. 

Converted and almost inspired. 

His countenance was changed to the color of his 

raiment. 
A bautiful, pure, suoav white. 

The keeper became almost frightened, 

Being am'azed at the beautiful sight. 

He hastened away to the village 

To proclaim that the Christian era had dawned. 

The women of the Holy city went early, 
And kneeled down at the tomb of the Lord. 
Then spoke the Heavenly watcher to them, 
On this beautiful, sweet Easter morn. 

Fear not, T know' you seek Jesus, 

This beautiful, sweet Easter day. 

Tlie Lord ^s not here. He has risen in splendor. 

O'er sin, death and the grave. 



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